¶ A ballad entitled Northomberland news/  
Wherein you may see what Rebels do use.   

¶ Come tumbling down come tomblinge down.  
That will not yet be true to the Crown.   

YOU Northcountry nodies why be ye so brag  
To rise and raise honour to Romish renown  
You know the at Tyburn there standeth a Nag  
For such as will never be true to the crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

What mean ye to follow the man in the Moon,  
With battz bows and arrows and bills very brown.  
His shining with shame willbe shadowed so soon,  
It will grieve him that ever he troubled the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

though Popery wrought a great while a go,  
That Percy provoked King Harry to frown.  
Yet who would have thought there were any more,  
That would not yet be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

Our Queen is the daughter of Henry th'eight,  
Who brought every Altar and Imagery down.  
He left her and taught her a remedy straight,  
For any that would not be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

And though you do greet her like Traitors with treason  
To whom you own honour with cap and knee down.  
I am sure that saint Peter will say it is reason,  
To rule ye that will not be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

And though you do say that is matter amiss,  
Which you would redress by noble Renown.  
What any way worse than Rebellion is,  
Of any that will not be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

What Strangers can be, more stranger than ye,  
That gather together both carter and clown.  
And study to stir to seek and to see,  
Which way to devise to trouble the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

Sir John Sborne your morrow Mass Priest,  
saith to Lobbe look about will ye kneel down?  
We will have a Mass before jesus Christ,  
And that is the way to trouble the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

The Knights to their knaves say stick and be stout,  
Our banners and staves shall bring us Renown.  
We have Nobles and others that be as devowt,  
To help us at this time to trouble the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

The Rebels come flinging but what cometh after,  
A song worth the singing hay down a down down.  
A Tyburn Typpett a rope or a halter,  
For any that will not be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

For though ye spoil Churches and burn up the Bible,  
And worship gay Crosses in every town.  
Your Idols you asses are never possible,  
To save ye that will not be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

And though ye do carry the banner of force,  
And jolly round Robin under your gown.  
You know that saint George hath a prancing horse,  
Can make any Rebel to stoop to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

The Westmoreland Bull must come to the stake,  
The Lion will roar still till he be down.  
Northumberland then will tremble and quake,  
For woe that he was so false to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

And Catholics old that hold with the Pope,  
And carry dead Images up and down.  
To take better hold they shall have a Roope,  
To teach them once to be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

Let every Priest that sayeth any Mass,  
Either choose to take the Crucifix down.  
Or hang as high as the Crucifix was,  
Except he will be true to the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

For God is a God of jealousy such,  
He looks to have his holy Renown.  
Or else he will mislike very much,  
To give any one his excellent Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   

God prospero the Queen as I trust that he shall,  
And grant of his mercy with blessed Renown.  
The north, and West, country, the sowth, east, and all,  
The people of England may cleave to the Crown.  
Come tumbling.   

And I wish that Good Preachers & other true teachers,  
Would visit the vynearde whose branches be down.  
That all the north Country yet nosseld in Popeerie,  
Might know their duty to God and the Crown.  
Come tumbling. etc.   
Finis  
quoth. W. E.   

¶ Imprinted at London in Paul's churchyard, at the sign of the Lucrece by Thomas Purfoote.